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So I want to write a story, and I always have ideas but never ever manage to finish them and get them into proper chapters and eventually a proper book. So, I was wondering if any of you had good ideas for a book or just how to keep a story…
Tick tock Rocked the clock Seconds passing Each second faster than the last Getting much to fast Everything's the past Tick tock Mocks the grandfather clock Sitting by his rocking chair Mocking you with an aged air Ticking on Tocking on S…
The night is choked with chill A scream in the wind, a trill A witch with her broom runs around To homes and soft candy is bound The dead walk around with white sacks Groaning for sweets they want back Vampires and ghouls laugh and fright …
When you miss someone You think you made a mistake You wish he was still yours to take You think all you said was wrong You start to cry and write sad songs But missing him is not a sign That he's yours, not hers, not mine It's just saying…
You can tell you've reached that teenage stage when you fall asleep in a shirt and pants in the holidays that you wore a day before, you don't bother to think about bed times, one word from your parents annoy you, you see a cute guy working…
When everything else has seemed to fail, all I've had to do is close my eyes and pray. It may sound stupid, and some may roll their eyes and be like "ugh, religion? Seriously?" I'm not that religious. Actually, I'm not religious at all. One…
When I have a kid, we say after a fight as a child, I won't make her eat her vegetables, I'll let her eat sweets all day, and give her all she wants. When I have a kid, we say after a fight as a teenager, I'll let her stay up late and go o…
Freedom is sitting in a field all day doing exactly what you want and feeling perfect Freedom is having the choice, from things like a song playing on your iPod to your university Freedom is putting up with everything to get to the place …
He takes your phone. He searches your contacts. He checks all your texts. He watches who you call. He scans all your emails. He "protects" you from evil. But the only evil is him.
I wish there could be 3 notifications on social networking sites: 1) your crush is looking at your page 2) your crush is looking at your photos 3) your crush is trying to see whether you're single
Sometimes I really wish RIP didn't mean Rest In Peace, and instead it meant Return If Possible.
You scream, you shout, I'm invisible, without a doubt. I try to talk, you shut me off, nothing works, not a cough. I yell the words, I roar and cry, but still you hear nothing, you pass me by. I pummel your chest, you shove me away, I fa…
I can't pretend to know how you feel, but know that I'm here, know that I'm real. Say what you want, or don't speak at all, not going to let you fall. Reach for my hand because it's held out to you, my shoulders are small but you can cry on…
Probably everyone's heard Ghandi's saying, "live every day as if it was your last". Well, it's good advice. And I've tried to follow it so many times. But there are always those things getting in the way. School, work, calls, homework, and …
It's made of the strongest steel - unbreakable It's a balloon - always deflatable It's like a china tea cup - delicate and smash-able It's made of the finest gold - guarded, desirable It's the cuddliest teddy-bear - soft and loveable It's l…
Sometimes I just stop. It could be anywhere. Any time. But I have to stop. So I can think. Think about the future. About the past. Sometimes even just about the present. Am I living life to the fullest? If I could be doing anything at that …
"Don't leave me," I whispered, choking back tears that threatened to spill in clumps and make my eyes red and splotchy. I looked bad enough already. I didn't need to look weak and wimpy as well. But as he fixed me with his usual cold gaze, …
You hear so many people every day going on and on about how they're normal and they get mad if someone says they're not, but have any of them stopped and thought that it just could be a compliment? All those famous people we love. Are they …
Snowflakes They run down our cheeks Through our fingers Ever so sleek Snowflakes As crisp as air Floating in the wind Nothing can compare Snowflakes They are an original streak Tiny and rare Completely unique
I use emotion for the many and reserve reason for the few